The Misadventures of P.B. Winterbottom Daily little brainshits I feel need to be posted online.

through the windows, up the stairs. 

Chilling rain, like an ocean, everywhere.

Don’t want to reach for me, do you? I mean nothing to you. The little things give you away. 

But now there will be no mistaking, the levees are breaking.

All you’ve ever wanted, was someone to truly look up to you.

And six feet, underwater, I do.

Hope decays, generations, disappear. Washed away, as a nation, simply stares.

Don’t want to reach for me, do you? I mean nothing to you. The little things give you away.

But now there will be no mistaking, the leeves are breaking.

All you’ve ever wanted, was someone to truly look up to you.

And six feet, underwater, I do.

All you’ve ever wanted, was someone to truly look up to you.

And six feet, under now I, now I do.

The little things give you away.